Every day
I find myself falling
Falling downwards in an everlasting spiral
Like the golden apple
Of spring
My heavenly wings
Built of shatterted glass into a form
Meagre to a princess
But that's fitting to me
They fly me away
And return me back
With words upon my lips
That cannot be carried
Nor strayed
And so I ask to the wisest
How to speak forbidden words
And they cannot tell me how
For how can you
With words unheard?
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I just got done reading a book called
Lovelock by Orson Scott Card. If you've never read his work, you should; his most well known story, and most beloved, is
Ender's Game.
I loved this book.
It's about a monkey (more specifically, a "capuchin") who is enhanced to be extra intelligent. His job is to help out Carol Jeanne, for he is her "witness". But after a while, he starts to realize he's smarter than they seem to believe. And so he rebels, in a silent way...or at least, he tries to.
It's difficult to sum up the plot. But I loved the book. Why? Much of what he says, is how I feel, how I think. It's near impossible to express some feelings...hard to rebel against feelings you have programmed into you, feelings you have just by existing...and it's hard to explain why.
His views on religions and parasitic relatives amuse me, too x3
This was definately a good book to have chosen for my book review book for English class. Whee. I love Card's writing style in this book. You should read it
